I took a look.
Wind Strike Stone
Grade C
Skills: Wind Strike x1
It might have had more uses once, but now there was only one left before it broke.
“Can you increase the number of Wind Strikes?” Mira asked.
Bumping it up to two was only 300 LP.
“Like I said before, I can if I expend LP,” I said.
“I’ll pay you back in weapons, so why don’t you try it?”
“All right…done.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Mira used the rock in the empty street, which was rocked with a Wind Strike. But the stone stayed whole.
“Wow, it really didn’t break!”
“It will if you use it again though.”
“Holy crap, that’s incredible! Boost the number of uses again please! I’ll definitely give you weapons.”
Adding more uses was trivial as long as I had the LP, so I agreed. Mira had all manner of weapons in her mobile armory. She pulled out all sorts of things—from blades to hammers to bows. I converted them all and earned several thousand LP when I did. After that, I increased the number of Wind Strikes in the stone to ten, and still had LP left over.
“You can keep whatever’s left,” Mira said. “Think of it as a present from a friend.”
“I appreciate it. I’m currently aiming for a hundred thousand.”
“It’s crazy. I mean you can earn LP from food, or even sexual stuff… Wait, don’t tell me that’s what you’ve been doing?”
“Oh, what’s going on over there?”
I dodged the question and headed into the crowd. I couldn’t bring myself to tell Mira that I’d just been gifted a pair of panties. Instead, I walked toward a ring where two young men were punching each other.
Upon closer inspection, the fight was extremely one-sided. Even when the other guy had an opening, he didn’t take it. A wooden sign on the ring read, “Hit Me If You Can: 3,000 rels/minute.” Now it made sense. The long-haired man was taking money to dodge attacks. If his opponent managed to land a hit, that was basically no one’s fault but his own.
“Huh, he’s not bad.” Mira sounded bored, holding a finger to her cheek.
Long Hair had skills for forward, side, and back steps, along with Dynamic Visual Acuity. The customer in the ring didn’t look like an amateur—he was moving like someone trained in martial arts. But Long Hair didn’t have even a single injury on his face. He clearly had both ability and experience.
“Three grand a minute is way too high,” Mira complained. “Who would pay for that? Oh, wait, if you land two hits, you get a Wand of Memory.”
It was written in very small text on the sign. In an instant, Mira’s expression flipped from disinterest to fiery passion.
“Okay! Hello! Excuuuse me! I’m next! Me!”
“Is that a good item or something?” I asked.
“It’s only temporary, but it improves your memory. It’s more than a little rare.”
“I want it too. If you fail, I’ll take a shot at him.”
“Heh, that’s a big if,” Mira said proudly, puffing out her chest.
The man’s current opponent had failed to land even a single hit.
“Any other takers?” he asked.
“Me! Me! Me!” Mira shouted.
“It’s three thousand rels for a minute.”
“I don’t care about that—show me the wand.”
“Oh, here it is.”
One of Long Hair’s companions brought out a bag and pulled out a rod from inside. Mira immediately appraised it. The wand was made of wood and roughly a foot long. At a glance, it looked like the kind of item you’d find just about anywhere. I used my Discerning Eye to be sure, but it was definitely genuine. Mira came to the same conclusion and jumped into the ring. She was strong, but she didn’t have any combat skills.
“Here goes my first hit!” Mira wound up and dashed forward. She was shockingly fast!
“Huh?!”
Long Hair had the same reaction as me. He frantically tried to get away, but she nailed him in the chin with the heel of her hand, knocking him down.
“What’s that? Twenty seconds? Plenty of time. Feel free to dodge one of my attacks.”
“Ngh.”
Long Hair got back up immediately and fell back into his stance. Mira came for him again. She was moving abnormally fast. He tried to evade her, but she was up in his business in no time. He shifted from side to side to keep her on her toes, but Mira watched him closely. She raised her left arm. Long Hair flinched and froze. In a matter of moments, she finished him off with a right hook. Long Hair spun as he fell. Mira had landed her two hits.
“Yay! That Wand of Memory is mine.”
Mira took the wand from the man’s companion and raised it over her head joyfully.
Meanwhile, I was looking down. Down at her shoes. They had skills on them! Mercury’s Sandals and Light Weight. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I checked her clothes too. They all had various elemental resistances. Most were B-Grade, but their defensive qualities had been carefully considered. I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the daughter of her country’s foremost weapons dealer. Of course she had all sorts of enchanted items at her disposal—just like that ball she’d use to take out those treasure hunters.
“Heh heh heh~! I’m so happy I found you~!”
Mira sounded almost like a lecherous old man as she rubbed the wand against her cheek.
“You know, I met a baron recently who loves enchanted items,” I said. “He’s a collector. Are you into that sort of thing too?”
“I like collecting, but I find things like this to use them. I’ve always been like that. I mean, doesn’t it just give you the chills? There are enchanted items that can give you incredible skills. Plus, items will never betray you,” Mira said, her voice changing. “They’re not like those slutty girls who call you their bestie and then drop you the instant they get a boyfriend! Enchanted items are always on my side!”
Sounded like she’d had it rough. I didn’t say anything. I just gave her a gentle smile.